It was Sunday night. Sharonda, 18, and Caleb Carruthers's, 19, lay spooned on the overstuffed couch. Their heads rested on the slope of the rolled arms of the worn green sofa. It was a typical hot humid Mississippi delta night. Caleb wore only his BVDs while Shar wore one of his tee shirts.
Sharonda's pregnancy was obvious. The shirt rose high on her watermelon shaped belly exposing her unruly black thatch of pubic hair.
Caleb's cock pressed between the soft pillow-like cheeks of her Dutch chocolate colored bubble butt. Her luscious ass gleamed with a faint sheen of perspiration. His cockhead was just inside her engorged cunt lips. Her plum colored vaginal lips, edged in the pinkness of her inner labia, swelled through the matted wetness of her thatch.
They were lovers for a little more than a year. However, they were adventurous and inquisitive. They learned early that anticipation, evidenced by extended languid foreplay, could be nearly as satisfying as actual sex.
"MMM! Just like that, Caleb, just like that!"
"Why do you love me teasing you like this?"
His arms encircled her waist, caressing the child they created. One of her arms was bent back awkwardly allowing her to stroke his cheek. She rotated her behind, letting his cock turn slowly just inside her squelching wet pussy. Her Kegel muscles flexed, massaging his tool as it sank slowly to its full length.
"Sometimes I...oh god yes! Stay in me...! Don't move! I love the feel of you in me. I love the feeling of us being joined by your cock in my pussy."
Laying behind his young wife, Caleb smiled into her fragrant short cropped hair. Their love for each other was unconditional. They had other lovers before they met. However, they knew from their very first time in the back of his old truck that they had something special.
Like tadpoles in the sleepy creek that ran behind the house were born knowing how to swim, they knew the touch and taste of their bodies. They discovered mutual masturbation. They would sit cross leg facing one another. Sharonda stroked his cock slowly. Simultaneously, he fingered her pussy. His index finger slipped slowly up and down the crevice created by her engorged pussy lips, flicking lightly on her distended clit. They taught each other the proper pressure and speed the other needed to enhance the feeling.
They overcame the taboo of tasting each other's juices. Sharonda first sucked hers from his dripping wet fingers. They giggled when he came sending a fountain of grey-white sperm high in the air. He licked his seed from her hands and body, grimacing at the saltiness while she licked his from his body like a cat at a bowl of cream.
Now joined, They ground gently against each other. The antics of Abbot and Costello played on the new Emerson radio as they made slow languid love. Their soft mewls and panting drowned out the scratchy sound of the comedic duo.
Caleb dutifully registered for the draft on his 18th birthday. However, A sharp-eared doctor at his pre-induction physical detected the faint click of a faulty valve in his heart. While not considered life-threatening under normal conditions, the stresses of combat might aggravate it. He was classified 4F, unacceptable for military service.
Shortly afterward, they discovered Sharonda was pregnant. His parents, Henry and Tilda Carruthers were outraged. They were church-going Christians. The tenets of their fundamentalist religion demanded abstinence before marriage. Though abstinence, or for that matter monogamy, was rare in this Peyton Place of the Mississippi River delta country, they expressed the required outrage.
Amanda Tate, Sharonda's mother, was a high yellow Black woman. Somewhere in her lineage, a Black female birthed a baby fathered by a White man. Her coffee with lots of cream complexion was the result of that miscegenation. As were her grey eyes and strawberry blond hair. However, her body was stereotypically that of a Black female with a large bubble butt and massive breasts.
She endured the social ostracization of being pregnant out of wedlock in the 1930s. She was determined her daughter would not wear, like she did, that Southern version of the scarlet letter. Sharonda would not be excluded from the polite society, while her paramour went on with his life.
Amanda's formal education ended with her pregnancy at 17. However, she was an intelligent woman. She possessed what Southerners called mother wit. She was also observant and a good listener. Those qualities served her well in the gossipy small town environment. She knew where the skeletons were buried.
She and Caleb's father were erstwhile lovers. Back in the day, before he met Tilda and got religion, they fucked like the proverbial bunnies. Occasionally they hooked up with a third either male or female. Henry Carruthers's loved watching Amanda eat a woman's pussy until that woman passed out from the sheer ecstasy caused by Amanda's oral talents. Just as they shared pussy, they occasionally shared a cock. Henry's penchant for sucking cock was a deviance that could get him jailed for moral turpitude in the 1930's South. There was little they did not try at least once. Even after Henry married Tilda, they occasionally indulged their deviances.
To assure her daughter's acceptance in polite society, Amanda employed her feminine wiles on Henry. She buttressed them with the implied threat to expose their deviant sexual behavior to his sanctimonious wife. At first, he demurred. He caved when she threatened to expose their relationship. Henry was incentivized to stand up to his wife or risk of losing the best piece of ass in the county.
Caleb and Sharonda married when she was three months pregnant. Now, four months later, they lived with Amanda. Caleb graduated high school and was tutoring his wife so she could finish after she had the baby. A good provider, he worked several part-time jobs.
Caleb clerked three days a week at the Goldstein's General Store. He also mowed lawns for the wealthy White residents on High Street. He was a talented, though untrained, automobile mechanic. He further supplemented the household income with this talent.
The roar of a V-8 Chevy pulling up in front of their clapboard shack in the Black Bottom of Delta City announced Amanda's arrival from her job at the defense plant. In those early days of the war, she worked twelve-hour swing shifts six days a week. The work was hard but the money was good. For the first time in her 34 years, she had money left at the end of the month.
The young lovers reluctantly uncoupled. They groaned as Caleb's cock slid from his wife's dripping wet pussy. It was only a pause. Like they did most nights, they would fuck before going to sleep. They covered their partial nudity with a sheet.
The chatter of voices, punctuated by loud laughter, and the slamming of a car door signaled Amanda's arrival. Gasoline rationing was just taking hold. Americans were encouraged to conserve gasoline along with other war sensitive commodities. Amanda carpooled to and from work. Occasionally Caleb dropped her off on his way to his job working in the Goldstein's general store. His father gave him a derelict 1930 Ford truck as a wedding present. Using his newly discovered native mechanical ability, he nursed it back to life.
"Hi ma 'dear! How was your day?"
Amanda looked at the lovers spooned on the couch. Her nose crinkled. The scent of their lovemaking hung heavy in the humid air. How they could stand being that close together in this heat was beyond her.
However, she thought, if I had that young stud I might endure the heat for some of that young cock
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"I don't think I'll ever get used to being on my feet for these 12-hour shifts. My back is killing me!"
Amanda was a big woman with big appetites. She was 5' 7" tall, weighed somewhere north of 200 pounds. Her 38C to D breasts matched her hips. The female fashion of the time did not flatter a large woman like her.
The 1940s women's fashion was about creating a defined silhouette: broad padded shoulders, nipped in high waist tops, and A-line skirts that came down to the knee. This was the everyday shape for clothing, from suits to dresses. Even pants had a similar form. 1940s fashions were all about the hourglass figure with broad shoulders, tiny waists and full hips. If you were not naturally an hourglass shape, the clothes were designed to help achieve the look. They tended to make a woman like Amanda look like a linebacker.
"Ma 'dear, you should let Caleb give you a back massage. I get back pain and he massages it out."
Caleb lay behind his wife looking over her shoulder at his mother in law. The electric porch light behind her caused the thin cotton fabric of her dress to be translucent. He saw the deep vee created by her slightly spread legs. Amanda no longer wore a girdle, only cotton panties and bra. Considered outrageous before the war, the rubber usually used in corsets was needed for the war effort. Women, freed from the dictates of fashion, dressed for comfort. A jiggly ass became a sign of patriotism.
One of the cock-hardening benefits of living with his wife's mother was her casual attitude about what she wore around the house. She either wore a cotton robe or just her panties and bra. Once he saw her naked walking across the hall from the bathroom to her bedroom down the hall from he and Sharonda's bedroom.
"Boy, where did you learn how to give massages?"
"I was on the football team in high school. Coach showed me how to work out a cramp or ease a sore back."
Amanda stretched. The dress tightened across her chest causing her breasts to lift and the buttons on the dress to separate. Caleb saw her brown belly and snow-white bra. His cock jumped against Sharonda's plump behind. She giggled, reached back, and slapped his thigh.
"I don't know about that," Amanda said doubtfully. "Shar, is dinner ready?"
"Yes ma 'dear! Let me fix you a plate." Sharonda threw off the sheet and sat up on the couch. Caleb quickly turned on his belly, trying to hide his hard-on.
He was quick but not quick enough. Amanda's eyes widened. She took a lung filling breath as she caught a glimpse of the significant bulge in his BVDs. The spasm in a tortured back muscle caused her to exhale sharply. The pain was excruciating.
"Move over! No monkey business! But see if you can stop this pain in my back."
"Umm...uhh...!"
